บททั้งหมดของ Mated to the wolf hunter : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Alessia's POVI could feel Ashley's gaze watching me keenly, but I was too preoccupied with keeping my eyes on the parking space in school to give her a snarky response. I have been trying to get in touch with Patrick, which seem like an impossible task as of late. I huffed in frustration when there was still no sight of him. "What are you not telling me? She inquired, folding her hands against her chest. I turned to her, "Ashley, you would have my head for this for not telling you all about this earlier. I just didn't want to be the whining caller everytime. Knowing how much you have to deal with."Ashley hasn't been quite responsive lately, her mum fell sick and it had taken a huge toll on her. I feel like an horrible friend, prioritizing my petty situation over hers. She laughed, "it's enough that you are considerate of how I might be feeling and I appreciate it. However, leesha you have always been a pillar for me to lean on. I don't mind being there for you for as long as you

Collin's POVNot only did the spear sight have me going into trance, there was something about the spear that had me feeling connected to it in a odd way. There is no way I would have come in contact with it before, I have never even held a war weapon before. Seth stood by the doorway giving me a side eye. "Why do you keep looking pale at the sight of the spear?" I shrugged with my mouth agape, "I don't know, Seth. It felt like dejavu when I saw it at the restaurant." He made his way towards me, staring at the laptop screen."I don't know what it is that comes to your mind when you see it. It looks quite normal to me." "It's just me explaining myself to you, stop being so dramatic." I retorted. "Where is mum?" "She should be in the living room. Why do you ask? "She knows history and I am certain this spear would ring a bell." "Why won't you just search the internet for it?""And what would that do? The internet won't be able to give me a forehand knowledge like a werewolf archiv

Author's POVHe struggled hard with the rope used to tie his hands together, no matter how much he pushed and groaned it still wouldn't come off. Tom could feel his breath holes closing uk, even though he was blindfolded he could tell the room the put him in was dark and small. His claustrophobic symptom was beginning to draw in again. Letting out a string of curses, he dragged the chair with all of his weight and ended up falling face down. He groaned in despair as the awful smell of the floor hit his nostrils. It felt like where he was locked in had been an disposing spot for men. Pulling his weight, he fell back on the chair with his face turned up. His arms and legs felt clamped together, with his eyes being covered up for such a long time. Tom thinks he might have fallen blind as well. Just when he attempted to push himself to the wall, and try to free himself the door opened. The smell of fresh nice air hit him. "Well, well, seems like someone is trying to make an escape. Isn

Alessia's POVI blinked rapidly at the sight in front of me, my mum had red welts on her face and neck. An obvious fact that she had been beaten. My breath hit he'd as uncontrollable tears rolled down my eyes. "Who did this to you mum?" She tried to downplay the pain and smile, instead a painful wince escaped her lips. "it's nothing baby, I promise." "Did he do this to you?" I inquired, getting pissed.She stood up hurriedly, yanking my hand off. "It's none of your business, Alessia. Please leave." "How the hell do you expect me to turn a blind eye to this?" I had lost my patience now. "Is this how you intend to teach me to defend myself? Letting someone bully you into resolve?" "Alessia!" She yelled. "Respect yourself young lady. You act like you know it all and know exactly what would become of you and your future. Say all that you want about me, but not to my face. Leave before I do something I would regret."I licked my dry shaky lips, "fine! Suit yourself!" Just as I got to

Author's POVRyan grumbled to himself as he scrolled through his phone, he has been trying to keep himself still since his discussion with Tom. Even though he is an actual tyrant in the house, his family have stayed dedicated to him for years and wouldn't do anything to go against him.Carla wouldn't try to harm him after everything they had gone through together and all the things he did for her. He had found Carla on the streets a lonely, beautiful orphan who seems to have nowhere else to go. And only him had been her saviour. Sucking his teeth, Ryan stretched his legs on the table drawing in a long amount of smoke before letting it out. He was high on the cigar, after taking more sticks than he usually does. He had made a call to the installation company for the recorder. However, he had called them to hold on for a while. Ryan still didn't want to do something he would regret, like the other day he had beaten Patrick to pulp. Causing Carla to confront him. In his puddle of thoug